Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A Moth

Fluffy on top,
goo in the middle,
short lifespan,
mother moths grow fat
with eggs
then they can no longer
Mother moths are so delicate
and dry.
I crept upon the little fat
crawling about the lawn.
I became angry,
grabbed a stick,
and impaled them
I am so sick
I am so mean
I am unattached from puppet strings!
This is all my own doing,
I killed the bugs,
the ones I love the most.
I murded the future moths.
The mothers were performing
their task.
I have ruined their lives
and what do I do?
I sit there observing
the crushed mother moths.
Their eggs fly out like
little dust specks...

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